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Message 1269929 - Posted: 10 Aug 2012, 10:33:08 UTC

If I was real
would you give more
than the fluttering
of butterflies?

If I was real
would you explore
the depth
of our loving?

If I was real
would you ignore
the song
of the lark?

If I was real
would you deplore
the bonds
of the past?

If I was real
would your lore
place me
at your side?

But I'm not real
I'm just a score
of words
on your screen.

LadyL (2012)
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Message 1269932 - Posted: 10 Aug 2012, 11:04:51 UTC

Beautiful LadyL:)
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Message 1270060 - Posted: 10 Aug 2012, 18:22:44 UTC

This is life


The first day of my life was special
The day I opened my eyes to the world
I grew up and I discovered more and more
This beautiful world with so much in it
I still discover things every day
Love, pain, happiness and sadness
Every day is different and has another soul
Another meaning, another experience
It is great to live, but there are obstacles
You have to survive these on your own
You got to know yourself, who you are
You have to develop, who you want to be
You first have to love yourself
Before you can love others
When you find the love you need
You can survive every single day


Julie Detavernier (2012)


(not so much a poem though, more a philosophy of life)
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Message 1270484 - Posted: 11 Aug 2012, 17:55:30 UTC

I want to share these beautiful lyrics by PJ Harvey with you people...


The Dancer


He came riding fast like a phoenix out of fire flames
He came dressed in black with a cross bearing my name
He came bathed in light and the splendor and glory
I can't believe what the Lord has finally sent me

He said dance for me, fanciulla gentile
He said laugh a while, I can make your heart feel
He said fly with me, touch the face of a true God
And then cry with joy at the depth of my love

'Cause I prayed days, I've prayed nights
For the Lord just to send me home some sign
I've looked long, I've looked far
To bring peace to my black and empty heart

My love will stay till the river bed run dry
And my love last long as the sunshine blue sky
I love him longer as each damn day goes
The man is gone and heaven only knows

"Cause I've cried days, I've cried nights
For the Lord just to send me home some sign
Is he near? Is he far?
Bring peace to my black and empty heart
So long day, so long night
Oh Lord be near me tonight
Is he near, is he far?
Bring peace to my black and empty heart.
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Message 1270883 - Posted: 12 Aug 2012, 17:45:31 UTC

In a bottle


Took all my pain from the past
Put it in a bottle that I properly closed
So it stays there for ever and more

Almost ready to say my past goodbye
I took the bottle with my past
I drew back and let it fly

Before the bottle touched the water
It went miles across the sky
And now it will always go with the flow of the river
Till the river runs dry

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Message 1271012 - Posted: 13 Aug 2012, 4:01:34 UTC
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"Boulder Wilderness"

looking for life in the boulder wilderness
nothing to see but rocks and trees
nothing in sight of human life
as if this is not the place to be
whatever animal life is living
is hidden below where eyes can't see
can't get past my magnifying glass
when the moss looks like a tree
when a rock looks like a boulder
seen from space it's a land so free
but down below the truth is known
where rocks are boulders
and moss are trees

(2012 db michel)

I've seen some wonderful poems here lately...And Julie...It is the best thing to do...When peace in your mind is hard to find...A poem will bring out the truth.
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Message 1271039 - Posted: 13 Aug 2012, 6:23:20 UTC - in response to Message 1271012.

"Boulder Wilderness"

looking for life in the boulder wilderness
nothing to see but rocks and trees
nothing in sight of human life
as if this is not the place to be
whatever animal life is living
is hidden below where eyes can't see
can't get past my magnifying glass
when the moss looks like a tree
when a rock looks like a boulder
seen from space it's a land so free
but down below the truth is known
where rocks are boulders
and moss are trees

(2012 db michel)

I've seen some wonderful poems here lately...And Julie...It is the best thing to do...When peace in your mind is hard to find...A poem will bring out the truth.



That's true Dan:)
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Message 1271349 - Posted: 14 Aug 2012, 2:37:20 UTC

"For You Too"

compassion
is forgotten
when you cannot
feel your pain
spend forever
in the middle
watch your soul
go down the drain
in the meantime
it's the worst time
and we both
know it's true
for me
and for you too

meditation
is redundant
when you're thinking
all the time
take a coffee
have a respite
hold your own
as you unwind
it's the last time
it's the first time
and we both
know it's true
for me
and for you too

hanging on
to some misbegotten yesterday
a dream that fit the need
never quite got up to speed
hanging on
to a sleepy revelation
someone who needed room
and there was an empty room

have a couple
have a dozen
seems we never
get our fill
plan forever
then forever
isn't quite
the dizzy thrill
it's the real thing
it's a daydream
and we both
know it's true
for me
and for you too

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Message 1271588 - Posted: 14 Aug 2012, 17:50:00 UTC

After hours


Old John walked his merry walk
Underneath a star-bright sky
Clouded by dangerous angry thoughts
No one dared to ask him why

He was alone this particular night
Stumbling over fence and lawn
His dreary thoughts on agony and pain
When he'll wake up the comin morn'

There was a time when he was happy
When he drank wine, or beer with foam
To his delight he'd fill his tummy
And merrily made his way back home

This was not a merry walk though
Nor beer, nor wine could make him whole
This was loneliness of a kind
He missed his love, his heart, his soul

He heard a whistle and turned around
And there he stood, the local priest
With glee upon his face so bright
He promised John his needed feast

The old priest took him to the hidden chambers
Out of sight behind chapel and church
Here he brewed what none shall argue
God's own drinks which stilled John's thirst.

John and the priest spent 3 full moons
Till they found a drink, so holy divine
That John redeemed his long-lost soul
And he brought it back to his bar in kind

It took him a full day of walking
All the way drunkenly drinking, unashamed
So when he delivered his holy drink
Johhny Walker it was named


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Message 1273034 - Posted: 19 Aug 2012, 17:49:29 UTC

Life goes on


Sometimes, you want to give up,
when everything goes wrong.
But learn from your mistakes,
because life goes on.

Just try once more,
you don't have to be sad.
Because the second time,
won't be too bad.

Maybe you have lost,
but once you have won.
Just keep on going,
remember, life goes on.


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Message 1273832 - Posted: 22 Aug 2012, 1:57:00 UTC

Noon Thaw


The morning air delivered its letters with stamps that glowed.
The snow shone and all burdens lightened--a kilo weighed just 700
grams.

The sun was high over the ice hovering on the spot both warm and cold.
The wind came out gently as if it were pushing a pram.

Families came out, they saw open sky for the first time in ages.
We found ourselves in the first chapter of a very gripping story.

The sunshine stuck to all the fur caps like pollen on bees
and the sunshine stuck to the name WINTER and stayed there till winter
was over.

A still life of logs on the snow made me thoughtful. I asked them:
"Are you coming along to my childhood?" They answered "Yes."

In among the copses there was a murmuring of words in a new language:
the vowels were blue sky and the consonants were black twigs and the
speech was soft over the snow.

But the jet plane curtsying in its skirts of noise
made the silence on earth even stronger.


by Tomas Tranströmer
from "The Great Enigma"
"New Collected Poems"
Translated from the Swedish by Robin Fulton

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Message 1274052 - Posted: 22 Aug 2012, 17:53:36 UTC

Time


I was the only girl,
the only one
you loved.
You loved me
till the end of time.

But when the future
tells us,
it's time to say
"goodbye"
Love doesn't matter anymore.
It is just a matter of time...


Julie Detavernier(2012)
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Message 1274485 - Posted: 23 Aug 2012, 17:54:42 UTC

Good parts


So now I'm lost in
shallow breathing.
Wondering where
it all went

So I retrace my step,
and figure out,
all my good parts
are tied to you.
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Message 1274833 - Posted: 24 Aug 2012, 11:18:57 UTC
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I am a river
I don't know where to go
Sometimes I take a new way
But most of the times I stay
Others decide my future
With some of my help


Julie Detavernier(2012)

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Message 1274955 - Posted: 24 Aug 2012, 17:48:29 UTC

Dream sequence #1


An orange sky,
above a deep blue sea
is set on fire, to be
washed away
by a beautiful nightfall.

A warm beach, with a fresh cough
of a sparkling cool breeze
which makes the palmtrees dancing
on a soft and tender symphony.

The sky, overwhelmed by a smiling moon,
making diamonds in the sea
where you so sweetly tell
that you will always love me


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Message 1275110 - Posted: 25 Aug 2012, 2:33:09 UTC

Morning Birds


I waken the car
whose windshield is coated with pollen.
I put on my sunglasses.
The birdsong darkens.

Meanwhile another man buys a paper
at the railway station
close to a large goods wagon.,
which is all red with rust
and stands flickering in the sun.

No blank space anywhere here.

straight through the spring warmth a cold corridor
where someone comes running
and tells how up at the head office
they slandered him.

Through a back door in the landscape
comes the magpie
black and white.
And the blackbird darting to and fro
till eveything becomes a charcoal drawing,
except the white clothes on the washingline:
a Palestrina chorus.

No blank space anywhere here.

Fantastic to feel how my poem grows
while I myself shrink.
It grows, it takes my place.
It pushes me side.
It throws me out of the nest.
The poem is ready.


by Tomas Tranströmer
from "The Great Inigma"

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Message 1275326 - Posted: 25 Aug 2012, 11:09:49 UTC
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Take me home


Take me home
to the closest of your dreams
to the nearest I can get
towards your soul

Take me home
to the tinkling of your eyes
to the words hidden inside them
so deep

'cause when I recall those days
I want to know them
I want to feel them

When I recall those days
I want to see them
I want to breathe them

'cause when I recall those days

I want to be with you again.


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Message 1275449 - Posted: 25 Aug 2012, 17:46:21 UTC

Two worlds


You see the world through your eyes
I see the world through mine
I think my world is pretty good
but is yours also fine?

Are these two worlds different
or are they all the same?
It isn't easy to describe a world
or to give it the right name.

Deep inside I wonder
if this world would still look fine
if I saw it through your eyes,
and you saw it through mine.


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Message 1275583 - Posted: 26 Aug 2012, 0:49:47 UTC

Am not sure if this was submitted, earlier, but will take a chance . . .


Beauty Sought


Is beauty found in crystal spheres --
or n'sunlight glints off children's tears?

Is beauty found in harmonies --
or n'sorrows' perspicuities?

Is beauty found in landscapes, green --
or n'obscured minds, but dimly seen?

Is beauty found in waterfall --
or n'lonesome souls, who cannot call?

Who want to love, with others, cry --
who want to live, before they die.

They know not how to break their bonds
for which they did not ever ask.

Kaleidoscopes of sights and sounds
confine their soul --

their beauty fast.

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Message 1275713 - Posted: 26 Aug 2012, 11:24:35 UTC

Gods gift to men


With the everlasting and undying
love
of angels, God grants us his
mercy
Always to be remembered of His
neverending love for all that
lives
For a love so great that it
never ceases
To love all there is through his
loving heralds
That is Gods gift to men all their
lives
all the time
Each day we are remembered of
Gods
loving nature, by the gentle voice of
angels whispering in our ears
Every moment the embrace of their
loving wings brings us the memory
of heaven for all to be
From here to eternity
there are witty angels
making us laugh and cry
as the heavenly creatures that we are


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